The flames spread upwards from the corners of the pieces, and the paper charred by the fire gradually turned to ashes in his hands and was blown away by the wind, until his fingers felt the burning pain.

With this letter, he finally knew what the relics were chasing were.

Even if it's only partial.

The letter added that the Grants had foreseen the crisis, they didn't know who the enemy was, but they could feel the prying eyes and oppression around them, and that Donald was being controlled by some people, and they were also aware of it, and because of this, they pretended not to find anything, and they didn't try any way to escape.

In the last few days, all they did was to try their best to fight for some space for their children to survive under high pressure.

The letter was written a week before the grocery store fire.

Mr. and Mrs. Grant created the conditions for the former company, but he became the victim of the church of Shea before he saw a single penny, and now he inherited it with another person, always trying his best to fight it.

"Whew...... Live, give and take, and take the initiative ......"

The closing remarks of the letter woke Donald as he stood at the entrance of the alleyway, leaning against the stone wall behind him, the cool breeze of the cloudy weather lingering around him.

Some changes are not just words, and now he seems to have a great deal of autonomy outside, but in fact he is extremely passive, and he doesn't even know what enemies he is facing, let alone counteract.

He needed something to force out those who were hiding in the shadows, and the letter gave him a chance.

As Cane Antoine said, if he wants to change the situation now, he must have an inheritance in his hand, and the amber ring is a life-saving thing, so naturally it cannot be used casually.

Something else has to be found as soon as possible.

With the metal bricks in his hand, Donald went to the Godot University library to find Ciris, explained his findings to her, and hoped that she could talk to the sheriff and make an appointment to find a place to talk.

He then rode to the bank in a carriage and retrieved what he had deposited in the bank.

This time instead of going to the café, I paid a sum of money directly and asked for a quiet room in the bank.

Rubbing his finger over the amber ring, looking at the liquid in the amber stone on the face of the ring, Donald finally understood why the ring would fit so well with his finger.

It was originally something that the Grants left for themselves!

The infusion of mental power Donald tried it for the first time, but it didn't inspire any effect, and there was not even any response feedback.

It is not possible to wear it directly on the hand, even a child can see the extraordinaryness of this ring, Donald thought about it, and simply got a thin rope to hang around his neck and stored it close to his body, Infinita will not come up to pick up his clothes or peep at him in the bath, right?

Put the other two badges in the box, together with the emblem of the Silvermoon Church, these two things he didn't understand, it didn't mean that Infinita didn't understand, and they were quite representative things.

"Wait...... Representativeness, a high-level badge within other organizations, I don't know if it's another sense of identification......"

Holding the two emblems left and right, Donald put the square emblem back and instead slipped the oval emblem into his coat pocket.

Two metal bricks were placed on the table in front of him, and the letter mentioned them as the key, and no doubt, certainly related to the legacy.

The shape of the two metal building blocks is the same, both are the most ordinary rectangles, similar in size, and have neat straight lines on the outside, which looks a little special.

However, Donald merged them together along the edges, tried each position once, and there were no special changes, and in the end he could only try to touch them with mental power.

Change is finally here.

Donald noticed that circular holes began to appear in the center of the two bricks, the size of a pin's eye, not obvious, but some dark gold lines could be seen.

He tried to control the mental power to pour into these two holes, but to no avail, and it was obvious that these two small holes had other effects.

"What does that mean, is there something else that needs to be added?"

There were small holes on both sides, and Donald wondered if it was possible that a metal stick of the same thickness or something else would need to connect the two sides to activate them completely.

As he was thinking, his fingers subconsciously pinched the block and rubbed it, and when the tip of his thumb touched the surface of the block, the tingling sensation made Donald let go of his fingers suddenly.

"Hiss~"

Flipping his fingers, he saw a wound that had been oozing blood, and hurriedly put it in his mouth and held it, and his eyes fell on the building block again, Donald couldn't see any sharp spikes on it, how did this wound appear?

Could it be ......

Ignoring the wound, Donald pursed his lips and put his thumb back on the slit, and sure enough, the familiar tingling reappeared, this time Donald did not let go of his hand, but pressed the position more and harder, allowing the blood to seep out through the wound.

Click~Click~

There was a slight cracking sound in the gap of the blocks, Donald let go of his hand, and the blocks fell back to the table, only a slight collision, but in an instant, they scattered into more than a dozen pieces and spread out from the table, making Donald a little overwhelmed.

This quality is too bad, isn't it?

With the other hand holding on to another metal block, Donald always felt a connection between them.

In the same process, blood flows into the holes, like lubricant, and re-disperses the pieces of the building blocks that had been hard together, and at a cursory glance, the number of pieces is similar.

Donald looked at the pile of bits and pieces on the table, holding them aside with one hand, and gathered them away.

When he let go of his hand, the pile of debris began to vibrate again, like a bunch of small magnets that attract and repel each other, each of which seems to have its own place.

The initial movement is slow, but as time passes, several pieces attract each other, speeding up the process.

Permutation, combination, outlining ......

Donald watched as the pile of debris slowly formed on the table in front of him.

Yes, in just a few minutes, this pile of shards made a round bell dial in front of Donald!

Before Donald could begin his research, it spread out again, and then made a strange balance shape, somewhat familiar, but for a moment he could not remember what it meant.

Finally, the shape of the key is formed and then finalized, and it does not change again.

Picking up the palm-sized key, Donald could probably guess that the previous images pieced together from pieces were related to the legacy.

Life is full of surprises.

"Hey, let's get started here....."

In the quiet room, Donald's voice echoed alone.